Good Heist Books Novels & Stories

"But you said that the mansion has fewer guards. If it belonged to Adonis, that place would've been highly maintained, given his position and power." "It would've been the case for a capo, but not for a man who wishes to keep his identity a secret." "You're right. More guards mean more attention." "And do you see Vitale's size? He barely needs any protection.” “Do I tell you often of what a whiz you are?" "Every day." He returned a grin. "So, how did you get these?” “I have buddies, Brooklyn locals and tech geniuses who hacked into the traffic cams.” “Cool!”

He swept her into his arms and rushed away without looking back. The crowd's stares seared my skin. I forced myself upright, my knees trembling so violently I could hardly stand. … Back home, I headed straight for Ryan's study. I keyed in Olivia's birthday and heard the safe click open. I braced myself for whatever I might uncover. To my surprise, I felt nothing at all. Inside, there were no treasures, just a single document. I pulled it out. Even after everything that had happened, seeing the proof with my own eyes still made my chest tighten, as if an old wound had been torn open again.

"Matteo Skinner? You're under arrest for illegal organ transplantation." Matteo stood frozen, his world crumbling as they led him out. "Stephanie, did you see the news? It's insane!" Grace's voice crackled through the phone, buzzing with excitement. "Tyler butchered Rachel for banging Matteo behind his back. He is headed for death row, Matteo is in cuffs, and Rachel's dead. Karma's a ruthless bitch." I flipped on the TV, catching a reporter shoving a mic in Tyler's face. "Why did you kill Rachel Huffman?"

"Mikaela, what are you holding? Is that a lottery ticket? Let me see," Vincent asked, grabbing my hand hard. His eyes flashed with pure greed. When he couldn't pry my fingers open, he kicked my leg. Pain shot up my body, and my hand slipped open. He sneered. "I knew you were hiding a lottery ticket!" He lowered his head, then froze. There was nothing in my palm. "Where's the lottery ticket? Where did you hide it?" Vincent looked stunned. He sized me up like I was some criminal.

Something told me this girl knew what she was doing, and she wasn't going to stop the until she'd finally broken me down. As if her cheating and lying weren't a sledgehammer enough. "So what do you plan to do?" I paused my rapid typing and thinned my eyes at the odd numbers on the screen of my monitor, heat rolling up my spine when the numbers failed to coincide. Just another person to die at the hands of the Cattanios, and this time, a thief who thought he'd get away with cooking books and stealing half a million from a mega sale of desomorphine, or better known as Krokodil.

The cross had disappeared at a museum three years ago and I was half certain it was one of the things I saw in the vault when I stole the book of records. It didn’t matter whether or not the Bratva got it back. Stealing from them was suicidal. In fact, that could be the reason why Fergus stole it—for the thrill that came with doing something risky and getting away with it. But not anymore. Now that I had the sheet of paper that clearly stated the heist that happened at the museum and what was stolen, all I needed was a way to let the new head of the Bratva know. So, before Curtis returned, I logged into my darkside account—the black market channel I got my assassination jobs from—and looked

While I am waiting, I pick up the book by his bedside and read the title, ‘Six of Crows’, I turn it around to read the blurb, it was about six thieves trying to pull off an impossible heist to save their country. The book seemed like a very interesting read, maybe after Blake was done with the book, I could read after him. In the meantime, I bring out my phone and I open the app I have for books. I go the book I am currently reading, it is murder mystery/ thriller, titled ‘As good as dead’ and it is very interesting and intriguing.

"Cillian, stop stalling. If you don't sign, we'll get lawyers involved and sue you for illegally occupying the Harrison family assets." Nathan joined in. "Yeah, give back what you stole from Arthur." Arthur didn't say anything. He just watched me with those eyes so much like Claire's, barely hiding his smugness. I took a deep breath. "Fine." I picked up the pen and signed my name.

On the day I received the news, I felt a long-lost sense of relief. It meant I could finally leave behind all the pain of the past and step into a new life. The card Justin had returned to me was supposed to have seven hundred thousand on it. I had planned to withdraw all the money and buy myself a plane ticket to travel around my country and see its magnificent landscapes. But when I went to the bank, I learned that the money on the card had already been squandered. The balance was zero.

My pupils constricted, and I screamed, "Don't look at it!" I tried to snatch it away, but my fingers passed right through the pages. Left with no choice, I watched helplessly as Jonathan picked up the diary and opened it.